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Two hours later.

Black Mask Lover's Villa.

Batman strolled in, looking at the messy scene inside, even he couldn't help but frown.

What he saw was the same scene as the fake black mask before, but this scene also had a new set, that was the corpse of the fake black mask.

"Alfred, tell me the police report."

Batman spoke into the communicator on his hood, and Alfred on the other side of the communicator quickly responded.

"Yes, Master. The police reported that a murder occurred here, and twelve people died. They were Black Mask's men, Black Mask's lover, and Black Mask himself.

"Penguin's fingerprints were also found at the scene. The police confirmed that everything was done by Penguin."

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Batman nodded and pressed his right index finger on the temple of his hood. Suddenly, his high-tech detective vision was activated.

He looked around the entire room with sharp eyes. In a vision different from ordinary people's, he saw a lot of information he needed.

1818-1......

"The murderer is not Penguin."

He came to this conclusion.

“There were a total of twenty-one footprints present, three of which belonged to the police, who stayed beside the body for a long time.

Two of Penguin's men stopped at the stairs.

One belongs to the Penguin himself, whose fingerprints are left on the cylinder.

Twelve belong to Decedent and one belongs to Black Mask. There is still one………………"

Batman's eyes paused at the restaurant, and the detective vision completed the scan in an instant, and then matched it with the information database.

"It's Shiva. Shiva, the world's number one killer."

Finally, Batman walked to where Dianwen was sitting before and stared at the fingerprints left on the table.

"The two remaining guys are the key."

"This young master." Alfred's voice came from the communicator, "I don't understand why the body is still here? Haven't the police already been here?"

"That's the key thing."

While speaking in his voice that sounded like he had terminal throat cancer, Batman reached out his hand and picked up a piece of paper on the table.

"This time, my opponent is a madman.

"Oh, my god!"

Alfred exclaimed. Apparently, he also saw the contents of the paper through some equipment in the Batcave.

Those are details belonging to Black Mask.

At the bottom of the paper, there is a paragraph written with a pen.

【Are you ready to play the game? Bat. 】

"Black Mask is very cautious. He noticed something was wrong before he came, so he sent a double to come in through the front door. But...

Batman glanced at the chair, his sharp eyes filled with solemn expression.

"He was smart, but the murderer was even better. Black Mask's plan was discovered on the spot, and the murderer sitting here killed the fake Black Mask without any hesitation. But the real Black Mask..."

Batman turned around and looked at the glass door connected to the window sill behind him.

"The real Black Mask originally planned to attack the murderer, but was subdued by Shiva, and finally the master left."

"Shiva's defection, Black Mask's capture, and... the strategizing of a madman."

"He was able to order the police to leave the body for me to demonstrate. He knew I would come, so he left the Black Mask information."

"The criminal this time... what he wants is war! He is inviting me! I must stop him before he completes his preparations! Stop this madman!"

"Alfred, I need a fingerprint database of the world's criminals."

"Well..." Alfred was silent for a while, "Master, I'm afraid only Song Ge Police Station has this information."

Batman didn't speak after hearing this, but walked away directly.

Alfred, who knew him well, knew his answer.

"Master, I must remind you that today is Christmas Eve. It is not a day to wear fancy clothes to fight criminals and bravely break into the police station."

Although Alfred's complaints were spot on, it obviously couldn't stop Batman.

He said with unprecedented seriousness: "Alfred, you don't understand, this is the most dangerous criminal I have ever seen! If you let him stay outside for one more second, countless people may die!"

Alfred sighed when he heard this and said no more.

On the other side, on the top floor of the Gotham International Hotel, a 283 press conference was being held.

Dianwen sat at the top with a reserved and gentlemanly smile, and the chief sat next to him. Even if he tried his best to appear calm, he couldn't help sweating on his forehead.

In front of them, dozens of rows of reporters sat neatly.

They all looked at Dian Wen with green eyes as if they had been given a shot of blood, looking at this man who could make even the minister sit aside.

At the moment, the door of the hall was closed, and two burly black men stood at the door like the God of Doors. They looked like professionals engaged in some kind of violent industry.

"Excuse me, sir, can you tell us your identity?"

Sitting in the front row, a reporter from Gotham's largest newspaper asked eagerly.

Dianwen smiled softly, stood up slowly, straightened his tie, and spoke in a gentlemanly tone.

It's just that what he said means that the tank and the gentry have nothing to do with each other.

"Scumbags, I think you made a mistake. I asked you here not to ask questions. But to tell you what to write in today's evening newspaper!"